Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malta and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Flamin' Groovies to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
ABC,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.